
Here's a story about the possible powers of a joint of weed:
I found out today was 420 or Pot day. I received a text from my friend which read: "hear it's cannabis day today. try not to enjoy too much." I was a little surprised when I initially received it. I was thinking: "Whoa, does she think I smoke up?"
I've tried it a few of times and have had really bad experiences with it. I wonder why people still smoke up so frequently. The first time I actually got high was in my freshman year with a few friends from college. I had attempted blazing a couple of times prior this incident yet there was never a conjunction between the the cause of smoking and the effect of feeling high. Consequently, I thought that trying it this time would not make a difference. This try made a big difference...
...It was getting quite dark at night and some of the guys thought that it would be fun to get baked prior to our intramural basketball game. Since it was raining, we went to the college after it closed and smoked under this arch thing. As the joint was being passed, I didn't feel anything until I took a few hits. I can only remember a few instances of that night; here's a few things that happened:
I sat in a puddle ergo my pants were soaked. I also remember crossing the street to a grassy area where I began running in circles. After a few minutes, I heard one of the guys say that the game was going to start soon. Everyone began walking towards our friend's apartment to get changed. Afraid that I was going to be left behind, I ran after them and collided head-first into a tree; I ended up passing out under that tree and I was carried by two guys up to my friend's apartment. I remember blacking out several times as I was being dragged; every time I collapsed I crashed on my knee caps ... they basically tore open. As I drove home, there was a couple of times that I saw leaves blow across the street and thought that they were giant beetles. That was quite scary. I have no idea how I drove home safely that evening but someone up the stairs took care of me.
Maybe I didn't outline the evening to capture its full effect. It's the best I can describe for now. Yes, it was quite an experience. No need to ever try it again.
Sheesh ya'll!
Vivid descriptions (beetle part, especially.) I see why people get so addicted: it's an easy path to some fantasy land. We should be glad that we're not in Los Angeles, where it's 420 every single day.
ReplyDeleteWe're in BC. It's unfortunately internationally famous for BC Bud
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't say it's 420 everyday in BC but people smoke a lot of weed. I was on the knoll a few weeks ago and two people were smoking up.
ReplyDeleteMy experiences with weed were actually enjoyable. My friends and I just talked about both trivial and important things. It was a good time to bond and relax. That being said I still think it's an unnecessary means to an end but I think that about a lot of things.
that sound's like an eventful night. I wouldn't have expected so much to happen on one occasion. Looks like you got the worst of it in your first experience and taught you to stay away.
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